electrical turn signals weren’t widely used until midway through the 1950s.

Driving in the fast lane?

I call shenanigans, there is no “fast lane” in the state. A far left lane, yes. A sign that says keep right except to pass, yes. But also a prius going 55. With the blinker on for 18 miles.

Singer Porsche, Singer Porsche 930 (I know they don’t have one, but they would once I paid them), Carrera RS 2.7, 991 GTS, Cayman GT4, 991 GT3, 356 Coupe and Speedster, Macan GTS, Ferrari 288 GTO, Ferrari 350 GT California, Ferrari 275 GTB.

550 Spyder Replica

Yeah Miss Merc. doesn’t live in the city so I doubt she’d traveled through it at peak rush hour. FUCK this city and its drivers. On 43 you have a mix of the rich suburban dwellers with their BMWs and Teslas and Porsches mixing it up with the ghetto half broken missing door cars with no plates from the north and east…

“I don’t just look. I also glance inside to see if they have a manual transmission”.

The issue isn't North V. South. The issue is Rural V. Urban. I live in Milwaukee and if you drive an hour in any direction you will find people who have the same fucked up views as Trump.

Not much to add besides being glad that everyone is alright. Also, this classic:

Reminds me of another 911 I encountered recently...

Camouflage is for hiding bird shit. You don’t want potential prospects or the paparazzi to perpetuate pictures of your pioneering pre-production prototype plastered with patches of pelican poop.

I remained libertarian through bankruptcy.

My wife falls asleep in the car all the time. Being in the passenger seat though cuts down on the damages.

The best thing about the BRZ wasn’t even the handling, though; it was the way the car, as a whole, made me feel. I looked forward to driving it. I made excuses so I could be in it. I tackled every back road on my extended list of great back roads, and the BRZ never let me down. Best part was, I could hammer it as hard…

Also, talk to them. All the time. Both regular human speak and awful, mush-mouthed baby talk. People who don't talk to their dogs are fucking weirdos.